"Open." I wave my hands, trying to create a portal. No such luck. I click my tounge.
"Ok," I start, talking to my hands. "You are going to work, preferably before I collaspe. Okay? Good. Now, OPEN!" A light blue portal opens. "'Bout time."
My eyes feel sleepy as I walk into the portal. I yawn my biggest, loudest yawn. When I reopen my eyes I see Jordan and Alicia really close to each other. Oppsie doodles. Trust me to be a spoil sport.
"Not spoiling anything, am I?" I tilt my head to the side, Jordan shoots me a look and Alicia looks embarresed. "Thought so," I grin, moving to the kettle John Agard's Alternative Anthem poem plays in my head.
Long live the kettle
that rules over us
May it be limescale free
and may it never rust.